My old house.., by Maryam Khan Subscribe to rss feed for Maryam Khan

The broken windows 
The cracked old walls
The dark black shadows
And dust filled rooms

The withered flowers
The chopped trees 
The dried grass
And faded paint

Is this my house i couldn't believe
Where i lived my childhood
It was a heaven to me

I wish i could live here again
It filled my heart with grief and pain
When i thought and realized 
It was taken away 
Was no longer mine..
Posted: 2012-12-01 13:30:43 UTC

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